It was said that this treasure art had been passed down from a mighty expert of the ancient era. Once the Heavenly Eye was opened, it could see through all false appearances, discern the strengths and weaknesses of enemies, and even unleash powerful arts through the Heavenly Eye to attack them.
However, the Heavenly Eye passed down through the ages no longer possessed so many divine abilities. All that remained was the power to see through an enemy's true condition. The treasure art inherited within the Fat Daoist's precious blood was precisely this Heavenly Eye art.
Chen Fan comprehended this technique from within, but truly opening the Heavenly Eye was no easy matter. Having only glimpsed its threshold, he could for now merely create a false eye.
Spiritual energy merged with true essence. Combined with the power of his Divine Soul, a faint rosy radiance appeared between Chen Fan's brows. It was only the size of a grain of rice, yet it seemed capable of seeing through everything.
Sitting cross-legged within the small cauldron, he felt the scorching heat between his brows merge with his entire body, as though it were an eye he had been born with. His eyes remained tightly shut, yet the spot between his brows swept lightly across his surroundings, instantly seeing through everything beyond the wooden hut. Even the strange pastoral scene outside the hut was clearly reflected in his mind.
His eyelids trembled slightly as he continued his seclusion.
Several days later, a brilliant rosy glow enveloped his entire body. Another divine art emerged—this time, an abstruse sword technique comparable to the Nine Palaces Sword Art, named Snow Studio!
What drew Chen Fan's attention to this sword art was not merely its emphasis on speed or the profundity of its sword forms. More importantly,